I imitate my shadownIt wears me as skinnIt walks the earthnAnd i am its stainnnI stare into heaven while I'm dying in hellnPlastic and translucent like the lies that i tellnRazors cut away the pain of this lifenOne stroke of the brush paints my macabre delightnnAll that i touch is tragedynSee the blood on my handsnAll that i feel is agonynPeel away all the scabsnnMy soul is the groundsnWhere the insects breednThe pain has gone numbnAlthough i still bleedn